Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Arbitrary

Pieces of my heart are scattered.

Ari died an unexpected and violent death on Saturday, May 10.

Secret needed to be euthanized on Monday, May 12. She had a recurring infection, lymphangitis, which flared up again, with a vengeance. She was considered a poor candidate for further treatment and humanely put down. She and Ari were the same age and both very good horses who left us too soon.

Sandra...I was very sorry to read about the loss of Ari and Secret. An awful lot to deal with at one time. Just caught up on your recent posts. There are no words that can make this easy for you, but I do wish you well.

I really appreciate the concept and sentiment behind awards, but I cannot participate in them anymore. I have too may and I have not got the time to devote to participating properly. To all who have honored me, I am grateful but I don't have seven more things to tell anyone about myself! And I'm a terrible passer-oner.

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I am a transplanted city-dweller, who gave up the pavement for pastures and coffee shops for feed stores. Along the way I became a breeder of some really talented and wonderful horses. As well as having horses, I have a husband, an adult son and a couple of dogs. My interests are fairly simple: horses, politics, food and reading. And some gardening. I rattle on about all of these interests with some regularity here.
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A politics that is not sensitive to the concerns and circumstances of people's lives, a politics that does not speak to and include people, is an intellectually arrogant politics that deserves to fail.

Paul Wellstone

Hope is toxic if you hold it too long without action. ~ Bill Moyers

I think it's been too long.

Liberalism is trust of the people by prudence. Conservatism is distrust of the people tempered by fear.

If you are going to flaunt fashion, do so brazenly and with no reservations. It is better to be boldly and definitively wrong than to be timid and tentatively right.

Gahlashan

Shaka

1988-2009

The Prince Of Horses

DLKS Korithian, the infamous Shaka. The horse that grabbed my heart and still holds it firmly in his hoof. Talented, opinionated and HOT, he taught me respect and he taught me to really ride. He did not tolerate fools nor anyone flopping around on his back. In his opinion, we with the two legs are the lessor life-form and we need to understand our place. He sure taught me mine, as I was put on the ground more than once by him. He is the horse that made me understand horses; that they can't be forced to do anything they aren't actually willing to do, but when we with the supposedly larger brain, come to understand a partnership with them, oh my. Shaka is the personification of independence and loyalty. He is the one horse I own which is definitely my horse. He comes like a dog when I call him, he talks to me when he sees me. I wish I could ride him again, but his arthritis says I can't. He is getting old, but he is still the Prince, and nobody does it better.

We give dogs time we can spare, space we can spare and love we can spare. In return, dogs give us their all. It's the best deal man has ever made.